Omen's smile returned cooly to her face. "I had no clue there were other Mutant friendly facilities. Call me Omen." she said.

"And I'd love a room if all the residents are as...pleasant as you." she said giving Syn a suggestive, but not uncomfortably so, look.

She also watched the young man's display of his powers, no impression showed on her face.

"I wasn't aware of it either until I happened to see it for myself." Syn picked up on the tone in Omen's voice. Yet another thing that made Syn happy was when she knew she had someone's attention. "I can't say that all of the other residents are like me but you're welcome to stay here Omen. I just have one question for you. How did you get your name?"

Omen thought the question was unusual but she answered as best she could.

"My powers have to do with Dark matter, a friend of mine just told me one time that wherever I go it seems like something bad happens. Of course, bad for us was good, but he said I'm like a warning or a bad omen. It stuck somehow....and you? Doing something syn-ful, I hope." Omen teased and put out her cigarette with her finger.

"Interesting talent you have. How did you shred that plant though?"

Simon shrugged his shoulders and placed his hands in his pockets,"That's for me to know" he stated calmly, "The fact that I can do it should be sufficient for you" he was not about to give a seminar on what made him tic, that was something only an idiot would do.

It was at this point that Omen chose to give her own speech detailing her powers and some of her past. The azure skinned women immediately dropped below Syn in Simon's mental ranking.

Allowing his eyes to wander away from Syn the elemental glanced at the sapphire skinned new comer. He hadn't given her much attention before, mainly because of the fact that her appearance was one that was difficult to ignore. The fact that she made almost no attempt to hide her azure skin probably meant that she relished the attention her mutation granted her and Simon was in no mood to pander to the womans wishes.

"...and you? Doing something syn-ful, I hope."

'Bloody brilliant' he thought sarcastically as he listened to the womens conversation, now if he actually managed to get a job here he'd not only have to deal with Syn but also an attention seeking blue haired nympho, if the look the woman gave Syn was any indication that is.

So, there was now a guy who has the ability to cut things from a distance and a woman who causes bad things to happen. These two might be fun to have around. Syn nodded in acknowledgment to Omen's name and her power. "Oh yes, I'm a VERY bad girl." Syn smiled back to Omen, but unknown to them she began to release her pheromones. She was about to show them both just a bit of her ability. She was unleashing her power to make Zephyr more agreeable and more forth coming in his statements. She didn't like when others spoke but neglect to say all there is.

Looking straight at Zephyr once more Syn smiled at him knowing full well that the simple gesture was torture in itself to him. "How about telling me your name then? I'm not going to have someone running around known only as the guy who can cut things."

Omen stayed leaned against the wall, her attention drifting between the cell phone and the conversation between the two. She knew she'd get bored eventually but for now, both characters seemed interesting. and she did want a place to stay for the night.

"How about telling me your name then? I'm not going to have someone running around known only as the guy who can cut things."

Simon raised an eyebrow at this line of inquiry, was he finally getting somewhere? If Syn wasn't interested in his abilities then she wouldn't have needed a name, so her latest question meant he had a good shot at becoming employed and employment meant a paycheck which made his off shore bank account very happy.

With this sudden revelation Simon took a deep breath and felt some of his irritation leave him, things didn't seem quite so bad anymore. After all what did he really have to worry about? He still had funds from his time in Europe which would be sufficient for at least a years worth of living. He was also still widely unknown in this country which meant he could enjoy himself more then he could back home; he'd already cut the local crime rate in half if he'd counted the number of corpses correctly.

Yes thing were going well, all he had to do now was get himself on Sanctuary's payroll and he could start enjoying himself again.

The elemental returned his attention to Syn and gave her a smug look; the woman may not know her place in the world but she wasn't worth his irritation. He knew he was superior to her and that was what mattered. As for her query regarding his name he wasn't fool enough to reveal his birth name, an alias would be all she would receive, 'hmm what monicker should I give her?' I suppose my European alias will be sufficient'

"You may call me Zephyr"

(OOC: Apologies, but these will be short as you’ll only get Sabrina’s voice, no thoughts or actions to go along with it)

Zephyr’s phone rang. On answering he could hear a woman’s voice. “Are you the man known as Zephyr?” she asked.

Upon hearing the familiar star wars ring tone emanating from his pocket Simon swiftly withdrew the sleek obsidian cell phone he had purchased in France a little over a year ago. The phone had been specially designed so that it was untraceable and the signal it sent was encrypted to prevent anyone from listening in on his conversations. It had cost him a tidy sum but he judged the investment worth every penny for it allowed him to communicate with his previous employers without any risk. The fact that it was ringing now though was something of a curiosity to the elemental. precious few people knew his number and he could not think of any reason for any of them to contact him now; he had faked his death shortly before coming to the States and had left a clear message in the European underwolrd stating that he had no intention of returning for at least a year.

Deciding to sate his curiosity Simon flipped open the phone and answered the call. he was greeted by a womens voice, “Are you the man known as Zypher?”[/color]

Simon frowned, the voice wasn't one he recognized yet she knew his alias, perhaps she was someone secretary, that would explain it. Still he wanted to know who he was dealing with before the conversation truly got started, in a calm tone he replied, "Who wants to know?"

“Someone who can offer you a job with a six figure salary,” came the terse reply, “Now are you Zephyr or am I wasting my time?”

“Someone who can offer you a job with a six figure salary,” came the terse reply, “Now are you Zephyr or am I wasting my time?”[/color]

The elemental in question raised an eyebrow, it certainly seemed as the woman had been briefed on how to get his attention. Monetary gain was Simon's strongest motivator and it had resulted in him backstabbing his employer more than once. Some may criticize him for such a lack of loyalty but Simon always made it plain to his employers that he was a mercenary to the core and that the second he was given a better offer he would take it. Because of his mercenary tendencies, whenever he became involved in a conflict between two affluent crime lords it was not unusual for offers to reach seven figures. At one point he had even received an eight figure offer in exchange for sparring a crime bosses life. The man later failed carry through with his promise and his corpse had yet to be found.

Intrigued by the offer Simon decided to see how far he could push this mysterious benefactor, "Make it seven figures and we can talk" Though he doubted the woman would accept his request he had an ulterior motive behind his words. If he had judged Syn's character correctly then she was doubt listening in on his conversation. If she heard him discussing figures of such size with another potential employer she may consider him more valuable and therefore increase his starting salary.

“Six is the opening, you want to negotiate further then meet us in person and show us what you can do. Head to the café on 5th avenue called ‘Bite 2 Eat’. Ask for the hamburger with extra bite. You will be given a package containing the location where we will meet you. If we don’t see you within the next two hours we will assume you have declined our offer and look elsewhere.” With that she hung up.

With dial tone ringing in his ear the british merc allowed one eyebrow to be raised at the brash behaviour of his contact. The woman obviously skipped bedside manner 101 during her education, that was assuming she'd had an education of course...

Slipping the phone shut and returning it to its proper place the elementals features once became almost unbearably smug; if this new mystery employer truly was interested in his skills then he had no need to deal with Sanctuary and therefore no need to acquaint himself with Syn any longer. All of Simon's annoyance seemed to drain away and he was left in a suspiciously good mood that was uncharacteristic of him, almost as though he had been drugged, still he didn't dwell on the thought he had another potential employer to see, hopefully one that was superior to the self proclaimed "Syn-ful" woman before him.

Searching the depths of his pockets once more Simon quickly withdrew one of his rarely used calling cards; similar to the card abyss had given him the card listed his cell phone number and his alias as Zephyr. Flipping th card and catching it between his index and middle fingers the elemental flashed the card at Syn. "It appears my services are required elsewhere, however if Mr. King should return tell him that I am willing to work for anyone, provided the price is right" with that said Simon flicked his wrist and sent the card flying gracefully through the air to land almost perfectly on the abandoned receptionists desk.

"Now if you'll excuse me I must take my leave"

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Syn you now have a means of contacting Zephyr, feel free to bug him at any time.

Omen's eyes widened so breifly it was as if it'd never happened.

"Tough cookie..." she said silently, a bit amused.

Syn watched as Zephyr had a conversation on his phone and then left after mentioning still wanting to work for Dorian.

Looking to Omen the girl smiled. "Guess that leave you and I now. Is there anything you'd like to know or see?"